Obey your impulse
You will get your own reward
Sooner or later.
Do not decide things
If you are too much happy
Don't be impulsive.
I Have Finally Worked Me out.
I’m impulsive
I never stay when I want to leave
I’m annoying
They feel it, but are too polite to say.
I’m opinionated
So much so, I show my own stupidity
I’m explosive
My temper sometimes lets loose
I’m a recluse
I love being alone, in my own company
I’m scared
Mostly by things which will never happen
I’m suspicious
I trust very few and allow few people to know me
I’m sceptical
I believe little of what I hear and less of what I am shown
I’m a nuisance
High maintenance, annoying sometimes, irrational, irritating
I’m emotional
My face can’t lie or hide how I feel.
I’m also….
Giving, generous, caring, talented, humorous, funny,
Off the wall, loving, helpful, shy, a genius, if I believed.
I’m me. Who are you?
David Cox 27/02/24.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Just ignoring reality
two hesitant hearts are conserved.
Devotion claimed priority .
Lovers rolled rippled in romance.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Vibrant couple to dance and prance.
yielding yearnings to observe.
So ! Joint journey they deserved.
Emerald emotive urge surged.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Pearly passion and lust converged.
Yet fate can't permit unison.
Amour to mourne by cooing doves.
Separation draws conclusion.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Splendiferous songbirds begin
tweeting; just as the sun rises,
avoiding any surprises.
Like the strings of a violin
or the touch of a gentle breeze;
chirping birds set my heart at ease.
Triggering an impulsive grin,
they take the time to greet the sun;
and celebrate a new day won.
A cool mist caresses my skin,
letting me feel that I'm alive;
and born to do more than survive.
And when a hummingbird pops in,
it flies from flower to flower;
while taking a dewy shower.
I'm in tears, much to my chagrin,
watching Dawn ink a scarlet sky;
its grandeur draws a gentle sigh.
Splendiferous songbirds begin
like the strings of a violin
Triggering an impulsive grin,
a cool mist caresses my skin,
And when a hummingbird pops in;
I'm in tears, much to my chagrin.
Let me live out these very same sins,
Until the day I stay broken.
Proceed with caution
impulsive little wildflower,
then rewrite those words.
wood does not complain
though hard the woodpecker pecks
knows her needs so well
31 August 2021
my thoughts prefer to travel out my mouth and back into my ears before being processed by my brain, or another’s brain, as they spread their seed during this process,
sometimes others are aware of my thoughts before or at the same time as me, as their ears catch the sound before mine
an advance thought life form seeking to survive outside it’s host mind .
seems they’re evolving as they have worked out how to survive longer and beyond the local area or mind.
Most people process thoughts inside the brain, never allowing the stupid thoughts out, killing them instantly, whereas my stupid thoughts appear to be advanced life forms able to defy this system.
They have evolved
Meaning, even my stupid thoughts are clever!!!
The tale of crazy impulsive Kate
A woman we thought would never mate
First wed at thirty-five
Just buried number five.
The first four met a similar fate.
((Must think before you make your move
it is hard to sign your heart away in a
moment of passion.))
Baby blue, eyes sparkle, blonde hair
soft as silk to touch, tempted
to devour away, the site before me
stand.
Impulsive thoughts combine together
lust and love as one, no mind to decide
what would be wise to do, in this lovely
situation, that stares back at me.
Sultry attraction, plays forward unto
me, I must touch and fondle, a sculpture
so perfectly made, an angel that does not
exist before me stands.
I silently close the door where you stand
trying to forget I saw perfection, unknown to
me or anyone, that lingered among this
site, not meant to be seen by human eyes
nor love, that swam toward your image
as fast as I caught myself, fleeing away, with
tears dripping softly to the floor once again.
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
prone to
bouts of
spontaneous
impulsive
self-restrictive
avoidant
emotive
interactions
full of in-actions
that appeared
to come on
suddenly
automatically
without prior
planning so
it seemed at the
time
When I was younger, I was impulsive and unpredictable,
capricious and fanciful and whimsical;
and HE was charming- would flatter me with compliments,
giving praise, attention, he was a real sweet talker.
I fell for him, each day sinking down lower and lower,
I would gravitate to him- alienate friends;
but soon the cajoling turned to inurbane, malignant words,
my love for him was transitory, soon to dissipate.
He became rude and vulgar, perspicuous and transparent,
this obsessive love- unhealthy and painful;
I felt like a fool, a doormat, a scapegoat, a weak victim,
now my heart is careful and not easily charmed.
______________________________
August 31, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Impulsive Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-860-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Ten Word Challenge
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Banana is my favorite fruit
It looks like my aunt when she was in bloom
Yellow is the color I dearly love
It matches my skin tone even my little pinky toe
I have numerous cousins; hundreds of uncles and aunts
I have stopped memorizing their names
My brain couldn’t retain after my last snooze
I am a minion, you may think I’m cute
Well don’t hold your breath, I could be very cruel
I find it funny to burn your hair on a flaming stove
Or tickle your toes till you pass out of joy
I can take down your house brick by brick
Giving you puppy eyes when cops showed up at gate
I can be your best friend and follow you around
Just be careful! You’d do it at your own count
Feb 17-2016
offer your bread, in doing
so you'll help your neighbor
love of community
is gone
keep the sheep
divided and they will
never collide with
the sheppard
keep their headphones in
so they will never hear
crying of others
the windows are always up,
scared of a
breathe of air
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